The sun pushes down through the jungle canopy
It’s ghost season.
Jesus, I’m surrounded.
From Daddy to the black clouds, I have the intangibles looming, all around, all the time. Which I guess has always been the case, but I have been jarred into the Knowing. I am so grateful, and yet. . .
This. Is exhausting.
Mom called yesterday, all aghast and asking about my cats. Mom’s a church-goer, a do-gooder, a golden heart who doesn’t question much. So when she starts talking Spiritual, I fall over myself to listen.
Deep into the core of the night before, Mom couldn’t sleep. She got up to snatch a warm blanket – one I gave her – and settled back in. Within minutes, she could sense the presence of two cats, leaping onto her bed. She said they both lay next to her, as guardians, offering comfort. She knew they were my cats – she could feel their energy. True, my cats were about 600 miles away, settled in with lucky me, but yet, they had gone traveling. She moved her hand and one playfully nibbled her fingers – that would be Boo. Mom was freaked – absolutely terrified. But as we discussed the matter, she settled in. Later, she had me tell them both they are free to visit any time.
And then I realized the true magic.
Z and I had been discussing that very morning the mystic qualities of cats. I also pondered that bona fide cat people – in a stereotypical sense – are often the occult-loving, spirit-wacky types themselves. Like attracts like. I know that these creatures can be in both the tangible and the spirit realms at the same time. Boo joins me in my dreams – and during Ayahuasca ceremonies – when I’m aching for comfort. He always will. He told me once, in this dream state, that he protects me in this netherworld, and I protect him in the earthly one. Unconditionally. Makes me feel omnipotent.
But Boo and Cressie didn’t visit Mom just so that she may feel their presence. They went to open the spiritual portal for her, so she may easily sense my Dad’s presence too. She’s been locked down since he died, still attached to the scent and feel of him. He is no less there, she just needs to adjust. And here these magical creatures helped Make It So.
Blessings. Ghostly or not, I am swirling.
